And thou shalt touch for thyself the golden sceptre of Religion.
So that blessed train passed by me; but the vision was sealed upon my soul;
And its memory is shrined in fragrance, for the promise of the Spirit was true:
I learn from the silent poem of all creation round me,
How beautiful their feet, who follow in that train.
OF A TRINITY.
Despise not, shrewd reckoner, the God of a good man's worship,